Standard fare as biographies go. Reads a bit like a diary at times. Surprised to find out Guinness was already a pious Anglo-Catholic when he was received into the Catholic Church, surprised b/c Guinness's own story was that his Anglo-Catholicism was not very devout or genuine--not true. He strikes me--horrifyingly--as a spiteful and catty man whose Catholic religion kept him from being worse. The author, Read, at least twice compares him, in this respect, to another horrible but interesting man, Evelyn Waugh. Guinness seems to have reversed roles and been the one who pecked at his constantly about small things. A notable comment about English Catholics of the 20th-c.: they much preferred the redeemed sinner than the saint, i.e. much more heartening or relieving to hear about there being hope for curs like Waugh than about genuine conversions which bear significant fruit and actual change. The biographer cannot really say anything at length about the artistic dimensions of Guinness's stage and film acting, or else Guinness's own work can't bear the analysis. The latter is truly suggested by the fact that his choices of film especially later in life seems driven by money-making, wh. Guinness was good at. Despite his sophistication, he seems always to have been bourgeois, the kind constantly concerned by money-matters but constantly affecting, in small ways, not to be so. Can't say I leave the book liking Guinness more; given that this is an authorised biography, that means Read's is on this score a genuine accomplishment.